May God Bless Those Who Died And

Freedom And The Power To Choose Should Not Be The Privilege Of Wealth. They Are The Birthright Of Every American.

There Are Truckloads Of Broccoli At This Very Minute Descending On Washington. My Family Is Divided. For The Broccoli Vote Out There: Barbara Loves Broccoli. She Has Tried To Make Me Eat It. She Eats It All The Time Herself. So She Can Go Out And Meet The Caravan Of Broccoli That's Coming In.

We Asked For God's Help; And Now, In This Shining Outcome, In This Magnificent Triumph Of Good Over Evil, We Should Thank God.

Our Stewardship Of The Earth Is Brief. We Owe It To Those Who Follow To Keep That In Perspective, To Be Responsible Passengers Along The Way.

A President Is Neither Prince Nor Pope, And I Don't Seek A Window On Men's Souls. In Fact, I Yearn For A Greater Tolerance, An Easy-goingness About Each Other's Attitudes And Way Of Life.